Wen Yiming's face was covered with blood stains lying in this small pool that was not enough to accommodate the two of them. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info And the stone that fell from the sky was worthy of Wen Yiming's face, rubbing the skin and flesh and sinking to the bottom of the pool.

Wen Yiming had long since lost consciousness, and he didn't know if this evil stone had ruined his appearance. However, as the head gradually sinks, the water will reach the corners of the mouth, and it is estimated that it will completely overflow the nostrils in a quarter of an hour at most.

When the whole bottom of the cave calmed down, a very special purple plant in the corner of the bottom of the cave trembled slightly.

The rhizome of this purple plant is not deep, but only lightly attached to the surface of the soil, no more than a foot high, dark purple throughout, and its main trunk veins are blood-red and penetrate the surface of the body, like blood vessels, and the leaves are rich and fat.

There are four dense purple plants in one leaf, which hides the corners tightly.

After a moment, the plant shook violently, and then peeked out from behind its half-covered head covered with snow-white feathers.

Two golden eyes full of spirituality looked through the fat leaves, and glanced vigilantly at the stranger who was soaked in the pool like a dead man.

After a few minutes, the stranger was found motionless, slowly emerging from behind the purple plant.

It was a large white bird with the physique of an eagle, but its eyes were not as sharp as an eagle's eyes, but with a hint of tameness, and its beak was not as fierce as an eagle's, but as slender as a crane's beak. The snow-white feathers were stained with blood, and the two wings were not gathered on the sides, but hung on both sides, especially the right wing, which was dragged diagonally on the ground, and it was clear that it was broken at a glance.

The big white bird staggered a little, and dragged the broken wings step by step to the place of Wen Yiming's head under the condition of consciously being safe.

The big white bird looked at Wen Yiming who was on the surface of the water and his lips, and his eyes flashed with humanized hesitation. Then it chirped twice, and seeing that Wen Yiming was still motionless, it dared to poke out its cute head and gently pecked Wen Yiming's face with its mouth clip.

After pecking Wen Yiming's earlobes, nose wings and other sensitive parts several times in a row, there is still no sign of his awakening. The big white bird turned its head and looked around, its golden eyes as striking as two bright lights in the darkness.

Seeing that the water was about to reach Wen Yiming's nostrils, the big white bird glanced at Wen Yiming, and then turned his head to look at the purple plant that was hiding just now not far away, and a trace of kindness flashed in his eyes. Then he dragged the broken thorn with difficulty and limped towards the purple plant.

It came to the purple plant, picked up the rhizome of the plant layer by layer with its slender beak, and then grabbed the main trunk, and dragged it back with its claws gripping the ground.

In less than two minutes, the great white bird had dragged the purple plants that had been uprooted to the pool. Repeating this twice, the big white bird seemed to be like a human and came out of its nostrils with a rough breath, probably tired enough.

At this time, two purple plants were already resting on the edge of the pool at Wen Yiming's head. The big white bird deftly wound it into a bundle with its beak, and then pushed it into the pool with its beak shell.

As if afraid of touching the wound of its wings, the big white bird gently turned its head, picked up its right wing with its slender beak, and then carefully prostrate on the edge of the pool. Stretching his neck, the probe used its long mouth clamp to stuff the bundle of purple plants floating on the surface of the water under the back of Wen Yiming's head.

The surface of the water had just reached Wen Yiming's nostrils, and before a trace had been poured in, Wen Yiming's head had actually risen by three inches because of the buoyancy of the purple plant behind his head.

The big white bird shook the water droplets on his beak with satisfaction, turned his head over and twisted his back, lowered his eyelids slightly, and fell asleep tiredly. However, the severed wing oozed a lot of blood, staining the ground red.

Wen Yiming felt that he had a long, long dream. He dreamed that the group of scientific maniacs in his previous life fixed himself on the mecha, constantly instilling one soul after another, he felt as if his whole soul had torn through countless gaps, and those souls that had been poured into it were desperately pouring into the gaps......

He dreamed again of his embarrassed and anxious mother, running with an infant baby; from time to time he looked back behind him and accidentally fell to the ground; the mother was afraid of pressing the baby in her arms, so she tightly protected the baby and turned her body to bear it with her shoulders; the mother fell and was injured, and the red of her shoulders and knees soaked through her clothes; and the mother crawled on the ground and crawled desperately towards a cage of grass......

He clearly felt that he was the baby, but he could not control his consciousness and actions during the dream......

The mother hid in the grass and shivered, and a group of masked men in black chased after her, and they searched carefully, and when they were about to reach the other end of the road, they themselves howled uncontrollably......

The mother's face turned pale with fright, and in her panic, she suddenly burst out with a burst of strength, and rushed forward with her arms in her arms.

The pursuers in the rear laughed and chased after him, and the playful laughter made the mother run wildly, and he did not have the slightest fear, but he cried more and more uncontrollably...

Wen Yiming felt extremely real in his dream, and while he was crying, he was still thinking inexplicably, whether these were memories or dreams, or real.

A road guide monument in front ---jumping off the cliff!

The mother fled with her to this place called Jumping Cliff. A cloud of mist filled the cliff ahead, and my mother accidentally kicked off a stone, but there was no response for a long time.

There are pursuers behind, and there is no way forward!

Mother turned around in despair, looked at a group of hideous men in black, tears fell on his young and fair face, mouth, he felt salty, sour, so that his heart felt extremely sour. He kicked his calves and cried hoarsely.

A man in black rushed over, his eyes on his viscarf revealing a ferocious sink, smiling and kicking his mother and him off the cliff. With two lines of tears in her eyes, the mother looked down at herself in her arms, her eyes full of tenderness and endless affection.

He suddenly stopped crying, and he saw an old man in a white robe, covered in blood, suddenly appear next to his mother. This old man is only the age of a sixtieth year, but his hair is white. He didn't understand why he could tell the old man's age, but he trusted his own judgment immensely. There is also intuition in dreams? He felt incredible!

As the figure of the old man in the armor swayed, several afterimages appeared on the edge of the cliff, and in an instant, dozens of masked black-clothed people were in different places. After the afterimage dissipated, the old man stood in place as if he had never moved.

The old man didn't wait for his mother to come forward and bow in thanks, but suddenly spurted out a large mouthful of black blood, and his body fell to the edge of the cliff with a shake.

The mother laboriously moved the old man into the woods, fed the old man a few mouthfuls of clear water, and dragged all the corpses to the bottom of the cliff with a tired pace.

I don't know how long it took, but the old man woke up, coughing one after another, and each time he would bring out a mouthful of blood.

The mother kept hold of the old man, but the old man was full of gibberish, but every two hours he would wake up for a little while.

When he was sober, the old man only smiled kindly at his mother's gratitude.

That's right, Wen Yiming felt that this old man was the most kind and kind one he had ever seen. He has a high nose and wise eyes, long snow-white hair draped over his shoulders, and a shiny silver beard on his chest. It has the aura of a fairy wind and bones, but the proud color between the eyebrows cannot be hidden.

From morning to dusk, the old man's cough became more and more severe, and later it was as if he was about to cough out his internal organs. Every time he woke up, the old man would take a few sips of the spring handed by his mother, and then look at his young self with interest.

Eventually, the old man couldn't help but touch his head, squeeze his dancing little hands, and then said something inexplicable.

"The bloodline of Tianwen Palace actually flowed to Nanliang! The descendants of the patriarch are interesting...", and then he stopped speaking, but looked at his gaze with a touch of deep thought...

The old man spends far more time in his delirium than when he is awake. The old man was always babbling gibberish in the process, saying a lot of things that he didn't seem to understand. But the most repeated words are only two sentences, so that he can recite them backwards in his dreams.

The old man twisted his beard thoughtfully, and nodded frequently, "Fighting the Rakshasa blood in the Sword Peak, and slaying the tears of the heroes under the Dragon Dao!"

After a while, he stood up again and roared arrogantly: "The scum of the altar, what can you do to me? Haha! How can I be a madman and a madman Liang!"

Listening to the old man's inexplicable words repeatedly, Wen Yiming felt that his dreams were becoming more and more blurred......

I only vaguely remember that the old man finally handed his mother a brocade package, and then...

It's like, the mother planted a pine tree on the turf of a pile of rocks...